Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jawbox to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
X-101,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.